Moreau waited in the transporter room for the others to arrive and spent the time going over his gear. He had the tactical web belt, a Type II phaser, several pair of zip tie handcuffs, one each of flash, stun and anesthetic grenades, a door opener, an extra Sarium Krellide power cell, a multi tool, a exographic targeting sensor and his tricorder. The big bald man checked over his phaser and tricorder, then looked up as the others started to arrive. "I hope everyone got their game face on," he said. "Because this time, we're going to make sure the station doesn't fall again. I want every single Selubassari on the station rounded up and in custody. The computer core and Operations will be the key areas to secure, but rest assured, they will be in other areas as well. Questions?"

Shay shook her head as she came to stop next to the big guy. "I have none, Chief," she said, hooking her thumbs into her belt to wait. Like Moreau, the Ensign was carrying much of the same, and while it might have seemed a bit overkill, a saying her grandmother used to tell her every chance she got played over and over in her head. It's better to not need it and have it, then need it and not have it. Aside from the basics, she also had rope and a grappling hook. There was no messing around this time. Deep Space Fifteen was Starfleet property, and belonged under the control of their personnel. "We'll get things under control and back to those who are meant to be in charge of it."

Allen was happy to have been chosen for another away mission. But this time, he wouldn't be undercover on the station. It was this that made him wonder if any of the Selubassari would recognize him. He shrugged it off and put his hand on his phaser as he walked up. He went with the same set-up on his belt that he always had. It worked for him and he liked it. He looked at Shay and nodded, with a smile. "I have one, Lieutenant. Teams, who's going where?"

More Security officers, mostly enlisted and two officers came in, each one of them geared up and took their places.

"Five teams of thirty," Moreau started. "You, Mitchell, Cooper, me and and Davidson. Our objects are to retake Operations and the computer core and secure the weapons stations and facilities. We have four transporter rooms on the ship but can only beam six at a time. We'll each go first with teams of five with us and secure the immediate area and then teams of six can start beaming over. I'll take Operations. Miller, you take the computer core level three and four. Mitchell, you have the computer core one and two. Cooper, your team will take the armories and Tactical stations. Douglas, you take out any opposition in the surrounding areas. By the time they figure out what's going on, we'll have control of the station again."

Cooper nodded from the back of the crowd, she was attired in what had become her standard for this sort of thing since the one woman assault she did on the Cochrane: She held a phaser rifle set for wide beam, a exographic targeting sensor on her head. She wore her utility belt with the mini med kit, the door opener, the multi-tool, the slug thrower, the type 2 phaser, the collapsible baton, breathing mask, tricorder, 2 flashbangs. Plus one back up palm phaser in an ankle holster other leg holster has a dagger.

She thought about another palm phaser in her bra but that seemed overkill, of course later she thought why not? but by then she was at the transporter room. Alas. She also carried a small flashlight and a pair of night vision goggles, being helpless in the dark was so not her favorite thing.

"I seriously doubt they're going to offer much resistance all things considered," Shay pointed out. With the planet already overthrown, it was only natural that the planetary base would follow suit. It was a fate they had no choice but to accept.

"Mitchell, you and Miller can take the transporters on deck four," David said. "Me, Cooper and Douglas will beam over from here. Is everyone familiar with your areas that you'll be going to?"

"I am," Shay said, gesturing for her team to file out so they could get to deck four. "We'll see you on the other side." With that, she followed behind the others.

"Yep, I'm all set for that," Allen replied. "Upper dome, levels one and two of the computer core. We'll have them back under our control quicker than a Ferengi closes a profitable deal."

Cooper nodded, "All Set Chief." was her reply as she turned to the others behind her to check on the status of the final round 'of buddy check my gear' that was going in with her team. A petty officer gave a thumbs up and she turned back to the Security Chief satisfied.

Douglas, in a low and menacing voice said, "Yes sir familiar with the AO, but what are the Rules of Enagement should it come to that?

"Stun only," David said. "Once the Selubassari are taken into custody, take them to the station brig on deck one hundred thirty two. If you encounter any resistance, your first priority is to secure that area and call for backup if you need it."

Down in the transporter room on deck four, and once the checks of their equipment were completed, Shay tapped her combadge. =^=Mitchell to Moreau... my team is in position and ready to begin beaming over on your mark.=^=

"No questions? Then everyone get to your assigned area and let's get DS Fifteen secured," Moreau said as he headed for the transporter pad. =^=Moreau to Mitchel. Begin!=^= he responded before him and the first group he was taking beamed over.

"Team Miller, fall in!" said Allen. "The first group and I will set up a quick perimeter for the rest to beam into. As we all get there, we'll expand the perimeter and then move in."

Miller's group queued up at the transporter and began to beam out.

Raising his head and shouldering his Rifle, Douglas said, with menace in voice, "Team Douglas on me, we are going to fight our way to deck 125, where the life support systems for the module are located." Once there, we are taking control of the system, and are then going to flood decks 114-135 with anestizine gas, rendering the Selubassari unconscious, then reverse the airflow and vent the gas into space, and transport them into the brig do i make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir," Douglas' personnel replied and waited for the order to transport.

Smiling like death itself, Douglas tapped his combadge and said, "Douglas to transporter room one, beam my team to an isolated area of deck 114, please".

With that, Douglas and his team were beamed out in a haze of shimmering light.